A group of people followed the baby carriage to the nursery, but only Mo Siyu, that ’wife slave,’ stayed by the delivery room, waiting for Zhao Ziyin to come out.

Of course, although Mo Siyu seemed not to like this rascal, when his son was brought to his mother to be breastfed, he still affectionately patted his son’s little head with hardly any hair.

However, Zhao Ziyin pulled Jian Anning aside and said, "Never have kids, it hurts to death! Don’t go for a C-section either! You’ll be left with a scar that never disappears! Men enjoy themselves while we endure the pain!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, your son is pretty cute." This little guy stayed in his mom’s belly for the full ten months before coming out, and he weighed almost eight pounds at birth. Zhao Ziyin delivered naturally and didn’t gain much weight herself; it was all absorbed by this little guy. No wonder it hurt so much during the delivery.

"You see him as cute, but you don’t know how troublesome he is when he’s fussing!" Zhao Ziyin sighed. But the only fortunate thing is that the Mo Family is quite wealthy. They hired two nannies, one to take care of her and one for the baby, plus the Mo family elders provide support, so having the baby wasn’t too exhausting.

If she had to take care of everything herself, she would definitely be exhausted!

Jian Anning watched Zhao Ziyin, holding the little guy while complaining, and thought, you’re talking pretty lightly while standing. If it were really that simple, would she be still worried now?

Besides, hasn’t she always liked children? She still holds resentment against Mo Siyu, and the Mo family elders are always critical of her, so it’s no wonder she doesn’t like him.

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Another month passed, and her belly still showed no signs of change.

This time, even Jian Anning felt a bit discouraged. Seeing another year almost gone by, there’s nothing major wrong with her body, it’s just a bit difficult to conceive.

Jian Anning regularly went to the Leng Family for check-ups, and the response was always: "All good, don’t stress too much, having a child depends on fate."

Fate, fate, she knew too that having a child depends on fate. Just look at Zhao Ziyin, it took over a year for her and Mo Siyu to have this child. She’s just starting out now, how could it happen overnight?

Still, despite knowing this, when there’s no baby, it feels kind of unsettling.

Yu Zexiao, on the other hand, was quite at ease, whether they had a child or not. Moreover, it’s not like his wife couldn’t have children. At worst, they could try in vitro fertilization, right? It’s not uncommon these days, is it?

Also, having difficulty conceiving means they can be together without any precautions.

Ask any man whether he’d prefer to wear a ’raincoat’ or not take any precautions, and probably ninety percent would choose the latter.

Having something in the way feels weird.

And he could also use the excuse of making a baby to roll in the sheets with his wife, making it all the more natural and reasonable.

Yu Zexiao didn’t find anything strange; if anything, Jian Anning was more passionate with him at night, which he was more than happy about!

As another year passed, Jian Anning’s 31st birthday was approaching quickly.

Once a woman turns 25, she wishes time would stop. And after 30, it’s maddeningly frustrating.